#there is too much GAY in these gay ass movies to make me disbelieve that there wasn't at least a small squadron behind the scenes

[rachelillustrates]

Guyyyyyyssssss (gn) obviously the unfairly cut wtffff fireflies scene is very romantic and essential to an understanding of Early Bagginshield.

And I'm sure that someone else has noticed this before.

But.

It has finally just occurred to me that fireflies light up all charming like that when they are trying to attract a mate.

So.

[musette22]

OKAY so I just learned that Scott Evans is gay (how did I not know this???) so what if Scott was the first person Chris told when he realized he may possibly be bi, and Scott helped him come to terms with it (and get some Romanian ass)

OKAY so, I kid you not, I had the exact same idea when I was in the shower this morning and when I came out, I saw you sent this ask. So then of course I had to write a thing. I realize I could’ve written it from any point in the past, but I had just seen that video of Chris rolling on the floor laughing, and I thought, why not make the most of that bright spot in these weird times and continue where that video left of? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hope you enjoy this! It was meant to be a short little drabble, but of course it turned out over 2k 🙄 so most of it will be under the cut!

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Scott giggles to himself as he posts the video to his Twitter and Instagram. He has no doubt that Chris laughing his ass off on the floor is going to put a smile on so many people’s faces – something that’s sorely needed right about now.

Chris, having exhausted himself, is stretched out on the couch next to him right now, Dodger lying on the floor next to him. The rest of the family is playing board games in the living room, but Chris and Scott decided that a movie night was in order. For a moment, Scott just watches his brother, until Chris notices and turns his head, meeting his eyes.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothin’.”

Chris kicks him gently in the thigh. “Come on, out with it.”

“Suit yourself,” Scott shrugs. “How are you doing, Chris?”

Chris frowns, a wrinkle appearing between his eyebrows. “What do you mean, how am I doing?” he asks. “I’ve got my family around me, we’re having a movie night, I just rolled around on the floor laughing. I’d say I’m doing pretty well.”  

“Okay, but how are you really doing?” Scott presses.

“We talk every day,” Chris says obstinately. When Scott doesn’t answer, instead just giving him a pointed look, Chris’s expression turns thoughtful, like he’s really considering his answer. “I mean,” he starts, picking up his beer from the floor next to the couch and propping it on his stomach, “you know I’m no good at just sitting on my ass, but I know why I’m doin’ it, so it’s okay. And I get to spend some quality time with my family and my dog so I really can’t complain.”

“Sure,” Scott allows, nodding slowly. “But this has been a weird time for you, hasn’t it? Leaving Cap behind, going into politics, then everything suddenly being cancelled at the last minute… Must leave you feeling a bit unsettled, right?” Holding up a finger, he adds, “I know we talk every day, but it’s been a while since we actually had time to do some soul searching together. Like we used to, remember?” He smiles at the memory. “We’d sneak off to the attic with a few bags of chips and some coke and talk about our feelings” – he makes sure to inflect that last word with as much dramatic flair as he can muster, which is quite a lot of it – “while everyone thought we were playing video games or looking at porn or whatever it is ‘normal’ teenage boys do.”

Chris is smiling too now, soft, just a hint of melancholy to it. “’Course I remember. Had some of the most eye-opening conversations of my life in that attic.” He bumps Scott’s leg with his foot again. “It’s where you came out to me, Scottie. That’s not something I’m gonna forget any time soon.”

Scott hums in reply. He has fond memories of that afternoon, too. “So?” he asks after a while. “You wanna tell me how you’re really doing?”

Looking a little hesitant, Chris says, “I don’t know what to tell you that you don’t already know.”

“Sure you do,” Scott says easily. “How ‘bout you start with telling me why you were going around telling everyone you were going to take a break from acting, only to then sign up to two big new projects in the past month or so?”

Chris picks at the label of his beer bottle, looking a little sheepish. “Ah,” he says. “I was kinda hoping everyone’d forgotten about that.” He sighs, dragging a hand over his face. “I mean, I was honestly planning on taking a break, but then I had a couple of weeks off and I just- I just realized I would have all this free time on my hands and no one to spend it with, you know?”

There it is, Scott thinks.

Chris is lonely. He’s good at pretending he’s fine on his own, happy with Dodger to keep him company and spending as much time with his family as he can. But deep down, he longs to have someone to love. Someone to settle down with. It’s just how he’s wired.

“I know,” Scott replies honestly. “You’ve been on your own for a while now, Chris. That isn’t like you.”

“No,” Chris sighs again, “no, it’s not. It’s just… it’s hard, meeting new people. Especially in our business.”

Scott huffs out a laugh. “I appreciate your attempt at inclusive language, but I think we both know that even though you and I might be technically in the same business, your experiences are very different from mine. I’m an actor, you’re a superstar.” He pauses a moment before adding, “Also, I’m gay, you’re not.”

Chris doesn’t reply straight away. “Anyway,” he says eventually, “point is, I’m just so tired of that perpetual cycle of meeting someone, getting to know someone, wondering if this might be it, and then having it all fall apart again. I just don’t know I can do all that again. It’s never worked out before, so why would the next time be different?”

“Okay, now you’re just being defeatist,” Scott remarks, giving his brother an unimpressed look. “Not to mention dramatic. Look, why don’t you let me set you up with someone, huh? I know you think that’s weird, but I know so many amazing women who’d jump at the chance to date you. All you have to do is give them a chance.”

“I don’t wanna give them a chance,” Chris mutters sullenly. “I’m sure they’re lovely but I just…” He makes a frustrated sound. “I just don’t think I want to meet anyone new right now.”

“But you just basically said you’re lonely,” Scott cries, throwing his hands up. “And I know you want to get married and have a family, because you talk about it all the goddamn time.” He sighs, and in a softer tone continues, “Look, I know it’s hard, but you will have to get out there again if you want to have that future. You know that right?”

Chris inhales deeply through his nose, rubbing a hand over his newly-buzzed head. “Yeah.”

“Unless…” Scott says.

Chris’s eyes flicker to Scott’s face. “Unless what?”

Watching Chris closely, Scott says, “Unless, maybe you don’t want to meet anyone new because you’re still hung up on someone old?”

Silence.

Chris averts his eyes, staring at the ceiling.

Scott gives him a disbelieving look. “Fuck, Chris. You’re kidding me, right? Are you honestly still carrying a torch for one of your exes?”

Chris doesn’t reply, which is an answer in itself. “Oh my god, you totally are. Who is it? Jesus, I bet it’s Minka, isn’t it?”

Immediately, Chris shakes his head. “No, it’s not Minka.”

“Oh. Hmm. Jenny? Is it because she’s getting married? Is that what brought this on?”

“God–” Chris lets out a frustrated huff, sitting up and rubbing both his hands over his face. “No, Scott, it isn’t Jenny and no, I don’t care that she’s getting married. I’m happy for her, truly.”

Scott deflates a little. “Okay, well. Then who is it?”

“It’s –” Chris starts, then stops again, swallowing hard.

Scott waits – not exactly patiently, but he knows he needs to give Chris time to gather his thoughts. When Chris sighs again, it’s wearier than Scott has heard him in a long time.

“Do you remember,” Chris says finally, “in 2016, after I came back from that press tour in Asia, and you picked me up from the airport and you said… You said I was glowing?”

Scott nods, thinking back to that time four years ago. “Yeah,” he says slowly, “I remember thinking you looked the happiest I’d probably ever seen you. I thought you must’ve just really liked China.”

Chris huffs a laugh that lacks any real mirth. “Yeah, it wasn’t just China.”

“Did you meet someone in China?” Scott’s eyes widen. “Oh my god, did some Chinese girl sweep you off your feet and break your heart? She the one that got away?”

This time, Chris actually laughs. “No, no Chinese girls either. Sorry to burst your bubble.”

“Then tell me,” Scott presses, bumping their shoulders together gently. “What happened? Who happened?”

This time, Chris is silent for so long that Scott thinks he’s probably hoping they’ll just drop the topic altogether.

But then, after a full minute, Chris opens his mouth. “Scott…” he says, sounding pained. “Please believe me when I say that I didn’t purposely keep this from you. I swear I would’ve told you if things had turned out differently, but… they didn’t. And I didn’t know if – I still don’t know if… what it was.” He finally lifts his head, turning to look at him, a pleading look in his eyes. “That’s why I never told you, because I was just – I was very confused. Still am. I’m so sorry.”

Frowning, Scott searches Chris’s drawn face. “You were confused? About what, Chris? What had you so confused that you’d be scared to tell your own brother – Oh.”

Scott feels his jaw drop, comprehension breaking over him like a wave. Chris, meanwhile, looks miserable, looking at him like he thinks Scott is going to punch him in the nose and storm out.

They’re both silent for a minute. Dodger, sensing Chris’s distress, has sat up, resting his head on Chris’s thigh in an attempt to comfort him.

“Oh, Chris,” Scott says finally. “You should’ve just told me, you big idiot.”

���I know,” Chris says, hanging his head. “I should’ve. You have every right to be mad at me.”

“Oh no.” Scott shakes his head. “I’m not mad at you, Chris. Believe me, I know exactly how you feel right now. I’d be a massive dick if I turned on you now, wouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, but I still should’ve told you,” Chris says stubbornly.  

“You should’ve,” Scott agrees, “but I understand why you didn’t. It was hard for me when I was seventeen and a nobody. I can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been for you these past few years, being who you are.”

The look Chris gives him at that is tentatively hopeful. “You really aren’t mad?”

“No. I just wish you’d have told me so I could’ve been there for you when you were hurting.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m still hurting. So technically, you could be there for me now.”

Scott punches Chris in his stupidly well-developed shoulder. “Well, then you’d better start talking.”

Chuckling wetly, Chris nods. He sits back, leaning heavily into the couch cushions and absently petting Dodger’s head.

He draws in a deep breath. “It’s –”

“– Sebastian,” Scott interrupts.

This time, it’s Chris’s jaw that drops. He blinks at Scott for a second. “You knew?” he asks, sounding almost accusing.

“Not until just now. But you coming out to me and mentioning that Asia press tour…” Scott shrugs. “It makes sense. That kid gives off some serious bi vibes. Plus, something tells me you’d be just his type.”

Chris gives him a wry smile. “As it turns out, he’s just my type, too.”

“Now that you mention it,” Scott says, cocking his head thoughtfully, “he really is, isn’t he?”  

“Yeah.” Chris smiles, his eyes getting this dreamy, faraway look in them that Scott hasn’t seen for a long time.

“Oh boy,” he says, sucking in a breath through his teeth. “He really did a number on you, didn’t he? Fuck, Chris. I can’t believe I never noticed.”

“Well,” Chris says, hitching his right shoulder up to his ear. “I am an actor. I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeve, but I know how to hide something I really don’t want anyone to see.”

“Clearly.”

“Besides,” Chris continues, ignoring him, “he didn’t exactly do a number on me. I was the one who was too scared, too cowardly to stick to my guns. I just couldn’t do it.” He shakes his head, as if he still can’t believe what he’d done. “We started sleeping together a couple of years before, but it was never serious. We just – ended up in each other’s beds a few times, I guess. Well, a lot of times. But on that press tour, something changed. We grew closer, and we were happy, and I wanted it to work. God, I wanted it so bad, but everything seemed so daunting, and I didn’t know what was going to happen after Marvel and the press and the internet were already vicious enough as it was. I just couldn’t deal with the thought of amplifying all of that by like, a gazillion.” His voice grows progressively quieter as he goes on. “So I fucked it up, and I let him go. And I miss him, every day.” The last words are barely more than a whisper.

Scott reaches out, wrapping an arm around Chris’s hunched shoulders pulling him closer. “I’m so sorry, Chris.”

Chris sniffs, shakes his head. “Don’t be,” he says, “it was my own stupid fault.”

“Come on,” Scott protests, shaking Chris a little. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You weren’t ready, back then. It sucks, but that’s just how it was. You can’t change the past.” He pauses, before softly adding, “But you might be able to change your future?”

Giving him a sidelong glance, Chris asks, “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Scott says slowly, you and Sebastian are still friendly, right? You didn’t fuck things up so bad that he never wanted to talk to you again.”

“No, I sort of… Let him down gently, I think. He seemed to take it alright, but…”

“He’s an actor, too,” Scott finishes sagely. “I just think that if you really fell so hard for the guy that you’re still not over him years later, then you guys must’ve had a real connection, right?”

This time, Chris’s face almost crumples. “Yeah,” he says, sounding utterly forlorn. “Scott, I – I think I loved him. I think I love him.”

For a moment, Scott is stunned. “God, Chris,” he breathes. “Now there’s something I never thought I’d hear you say. I gotta tell you, as much as I know this sucks for you, it’s kind of amazing for me.” Realizing how that sounds, he makes a face. “Sorry. This isn’t about me, I do know that. Please continue.”

Chris barks out a laugh, bumping their knees together amicably. “It’s okay, I get it. Believe me, it’s a bit of a trip for me, too.”

“Phew, okay. So. You love him,” Scott says simply. Chris winces beside him. “Do you think he loves you? Or loved you, a least?”

“I don’t know. I mean, maybe? He said as much, back in Singapore, but then when it ended, he just seemed to move on pretty quickly. So I don’t know.”

“Chris,” Scott says dryly, “I think if he said he loved you, you can assume he loved you. The guy was probably as devastated as you were but just didn’t want to let on, especially since you guys would still be working together after that.”

Chris stares at a spot on the coffee table, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right,” Scott says, “When have I ever been wrong?” He ignores the deadpan look Chris gives him. “So, my next question would be, is Sebastian single right now?”

A pause.

“I think so,” Chris replies eventually. “I haven’t spoken to him in a while but…”

“But?”

“I’ve spoken to Mackie,” Chris admits, looking a little guilty. “They’ve been filming together, these last few months, and I… I may have called him a few times to check how things were going.”

“To check if Sebastian was doing alright, you mean?”

“I mean, not just that. Mackie and I are friends too, you know.”

“Sure,” Scott smirks. “Okay, so according to Mackie he’s single. According to my latest intelligence, you, Christopher, are also single.”

“… Yes.”

“Yes,” Scott nods. “So what do you think I’m going to suggest you do, right now?”

Chris scrunches up his face. “Call Sebastian?”

“Call Sebastian.”

Chris blows out a long, slow breath. “Okay,” he says. “I guess I could give him a call to check how he’s holding up, under the circumstances. That wouldn’t be weird, right?”

“Of course not,” Scott says decidedly. “These are strange times, they remind us of what’s really important to us. If anything, I think he’ll be very glad to hear from you right now.”

“Okay,” Chris says again, nodding as if he’s trying to convince himself. “I’m gonna do it.”

“Yay,” Scott says, doing an excited little wiggle. “God, I love this.”

“This?”

“Talking about cute boys with my big brother. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Chris fondly rolls his eyes at him. He silent for a moment, before he looks at Scott curiously. “You think he’s cute?”

“Are you kidding me?” Scott says incredulously. “He is delicious. Lord, I probably would’ve tapped myself that if I’d had the chance.”

“Hey.”

Scott holds up his hands. “Okay, sorry, I get it. Back off, he’s yours.”

A soft, almost mushy look steals over Chris’s face. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “I hope so.”

A thought occurs to Scott suddenly. “Oh. My. God.”

“What? What is it?” Chris asks, looking alarmed.

“I can’t believe all those tinhatters on the internet figured this out before I did. About my own brother.”

“Oh god,” Chris groans, “please don’t remind me of the internet right now.”

Scott chuckles. “You know the internet’s opinion doesn’t matter, right? The only opinions that matter here are you and Sebastian’s. Fuck everyone else.” Reaching over to grab Chris’s phone from the coffee table, Scott hands it to Chris. “Now, go get ‘em, tiger. Go get your boy.”

Chris gives him a brittle but hopeful smile. “Wish me luck.”

Scott gets up off the couch and leans down to press a kiss to Chris’s fuzzy kiwi head. “Good luck, big bro.”

He notices Chris’s hands are shaking as he scrolls through his contacts, but he doesn’t comment, instead making to leave the room to give Chris some privacy. Before the door closes fully behind him, he hears Chris start to talk.

“Hey, Seb. It’s me, Chris. How, how’ve you been?” There’s a pause. “Yeah, I’m sorry it’s been a while. I just. I wanted to check how you’re holding up. And, um.” A shaky inhale, and then, softly, “I- I miss you.”

Scott smiles to himself as he pulls the door closes behind him. Something tells him they’ll be alright.

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

Good neighbours become great fucks 2

Part one is here     Ao3 Link

Jungkook x female reader smut. 

Jealous babyboy. Noona kink I guess? Dildo. Butt stuff(male receiving). Lil exhibitionism I guess. Mentions of voyeurism. I dunno sex shit

It’s finally Jungkook’s turn with you

The months following the best threesome of Jimin’s life only got better as more time passed in the apartment across the hall. It wasn’t just you that Jimin had grown close to, it was Taehyung too and you loved how close they were, it led to a very interesting though disastrous four-way that resulted in a black eye for you when the jealous fourth partner wanted to get into the centre of the three of you but only resulted in pushing you off the bed to land face first against the bedside table. Needless to say, your best friends jumped straight to your side and let’s just say, the fourth member left with a limp that was not from your boys’ incredible dick game.

This was only last night yet you return home from a very long shift to find a tie on your doorknob.

“Are you serious?” You whined dropping your head against the door with a thump only to immediately whimper and pull back. The bruising around your eye was pretty bad and travelled over your left eyebrow leaving your whole eye swollen and not at all pretty to look at. You had been banned from helping out with any of the kids at the hospital just in case you made them uneasy. It was a valid point.

“Oh! Noona!” You turned your head upon hearing Jungkook’s steps to find him approaching from the stairs. Clearly, he had been grocery shopping if the bags he was holding were anything to go by, at least he had been holding them but as soon as he saw your badly bruised features he dropped them all to sprint over and cup your face gently, concern thick in his eyes as he examined the damage.

“What happened?!” He shrieked but before you could explain, his expression turned dark and his jaw clenched. Maybe your thighs quivered a little at the sight. Maybe. No-one can prove anything. Except for anyone with eyes because it was pretty fucking obvious your thighs shook.

“Who did this? I’ll fucking kill them.”

“Fuck Kook, warn a girl before you get all badass and protective like that.” You breathed, one hand on your chest over your thumping heart. Still as weak for Jungkook as ever. Actually, that’s a lie, you were more gone for Jungkook than before. Growing close to Jimin meant spending a lot of time in his apartment consequently also getting closer to your hot neighbour.

“I’m being serious, Y/N.” He warned, voice stern.

“I know,” You smiled fondly and placed your hands over his to pull them down between your bodies yet not letting go. “This was an accident and it’s been dealt with already, Tae and Minnie got him good.”

“Wait, this was from the guy that you were all with last night?” You nodded and somehow, Jungkook grew angrier. “As if I didn’t hate him enough.”

“You never met him, he was a random guy from the club-”

“I saw him all over you, he touched you too much.”

“I wanted to be touched.”

“By some random guy. He could’ve been a psycho! He hurt you this bad by accident, imagine if he was trying to!”

“Okay, back the fuck up right now.” You dropped his hands and his eyes lowered to watch your body move away from his, his lips pulling down into a sad frown.

“Why are you being like this? We’ve picked up plenty of people and you’ve never said a word about it. If you were so concerned you should’ve said something at the club before we took him home, Jungkook.” He flinched as you spoke his name, a sign you were indeed not happy. Since becoming better friends, you always used a nickname, never Jungkook.

“I-I didn’t want to cross any lines. I thought you might get mad at me.”

“Then what’s the difference now, hm?”

“You’re hurt, I can see it and it fucking kills me to see you like this, you don’t deserve to feel any pain, especially not from some greasy piece of shit from a sleazy club that should’ve never gone home with you in the first place.”

“Is that what this is? You’re jealous?” His eyes widened at your accusation. A completely accurate accusation but he didn’t want you to know that.

“W-what?! Jealous?! Why would I be?!” He scoffed. “I have girls and guys all over me all the time, I’m not even into guys but they still beg for my dick! I have no reason to be jealous!”

“So you don’t want to fuck me?”

“No.” He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. A humourless laugh left your lips, your hand running through your hair as you bent down to pick up your bag from the floor where you had dropped it upon realising Taehyung was busy in the apartment and did not want to be disturbed.

“Is Jimin in?”

“He’s with Taehyung.” You looked at your door forlornly, you could really do with a cuddle from a least one of your best friends but no way were you going to interrupt them- you were waiting for them to start dating like they both desperately wanted and sex that didn’t involve you was a step closer.

“Well, I’m commandeering his bed, open the door.” You motioned to his apartment lazily. Jungkook studied you for a few seconds, far from oblivious to your mood change but didn’t want to push you for an explanation, always too worried he’d make you quit your friendship.

As soon as he had unlocked the door to his apartment, you walked inside, placing your shoes in the spot they always went in before heading straight to Jimin’s bedroom and shutting the door closed firmly behind you.

Jungkook sighed heavily and gathered the groceries back into the bags before taking them into the kitchen, mind full of what the hell he could do to make it up to you.

***

Weeks passed and you hadn’t been the same with Jungkook since, no more teasing remarks, no more suggestive comments to see him blush, you hardly treated him as a friend anymore and everyone noticed.

“Okay so going to tell me what’s up?” Namjoon asked at the monthly movie marathon, a new tradition in which Jimin and Jungkook’s group of six plus yourself and Taehyung met at Seokjin and Namjoon’s house to spend the whole day eating junk food, watching films and just enjoying the rare chance you got to all meetup. It was the one day you all made certain to keep clear on your calendars.

“What?” You asked confusedly before shoving a handful of mini pretzel sticks into your mouth.

“Why are you being a bitch to Kook, is what he means.” Yoongi clarified.

“He was being a dick about me hooking up with guys, this was the day after the four-way-”

“That guy still doesn’t walk the same,” Seokjin commented as he walked past where the three of you were crowded around one corner of the large dining table for reasons unknown to literally everyone including yourselves. “You’re lucky he didn’t try to press charges.” Then he was gone, off to do whatever he did during movie breaks, you suspected he worked despite the work ban on the day in an attempt to catch up on paperwork- the life of a police officer was hard.

“Must be nice having a hot cop for a boyfriend.” You hummed sighing longingly.

“I suspect you want a hot soon-to-be-director for your boyfriend,” Namjoon replied.

“You suspect? You know just because Jin lets you handcuff him during roleplay it doesn’t mean you’re a cop, Joonie.”

“Valid point though.” Yoongi murmured, the majority of his attention on trying to open a bag of sour worms in vain.

“Whose, mine or hers?” Namjoon queried.

“Both.” Yoongi groaned in frustration and gave up with the bag, tipping his head back to shout “Kook! Get your muscle pig ass here now and open these fucking worms!”

Jungkook appeared only a handful of seconds later, always willing to help out anyone if it involved showing off his strength.

Instantly Jungkook gripped the packet and pulled only for the bag to tear open and the little sugar coated sweets to fly out all over the place.

“Fucking choke me.” You muttered, having watched Jungkook’s muscles flex despite the effort clearly being so small.

Jungkook was the one that actually choked, the sweet he had just shoved into his mouth lodging in his throat.

“Oh fuck.” You jumped up to move to him. “Can I touch you?” You asked because despite being friends, your training kicked in and told you to ask permission first to prevent the risk of accusation of touching someone without consent even if it was an attempt to save their life. Some people just thrive off of doing whatever they can to get money, even suing medical professionals that helped them.

Jungkook nodded, hands clasped to his throat as he tried to force the food from his throat. It only took three firm impacts from your hand between his shoulder blades to dislodge the sweet, sending it flying onto the table.

“Are you okay?” You immediately asked, relocating to stand in front of him and hold his face so he would look at you instead of hanging his head. He nodded, trying to suck in breaths, large hands folding over yours. No-one said anything while Jungkook closed his eyes and focused on getting his breath back to normal. Actually, Yoongi and Namjoon scrambled out of the room as soon as Jungkook’s eyes closed, leaving you alone with the guy seeing as he still held your hands to his face.

“Didn’t know you have a choking kink.” Were the first words he spoke hoarsely, eyes fluttering open to look at you.

“I don’t, well...I’ve never tried it, at least not being choked, Jimin likes being choked sometimes.” You admitted, eyes flickering away from his gaze awkwardly, wanting nothing more than to leave the situation and room.

“Right yeah, you guys.” Jungkook dropped his hands letting you take your own hands back. “I never expected that to go on that long, he’s gay but he fucks you a lot.”

“Technically, he’s never fucked me.” You stated. Jungkook gave you a disbelieving look, arms folding tight across his broad chest. “The only part of me any of him has been inside is my mouth.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You should, it’s the truth-”

“You seriously expect me to believe he doesn’t fuck you when he has the chance to?”

“You had the chance and didn’t.” Jungkook’s mouth open and closed comically like a flustered fish.

“What?!” He finally managed to shriek just when you were about to step out of the open door into the hallway where you didn’t doubt at least one of the nosey little shits were eavesdropping. “Noona!” He called desperately so you sighed and turned back around to face him.

“Yes, Jungkook?” He whined, physically whined then and your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “What’s that for?”

“What happened to Kookie?” You just stared, trying to come up with a way to say you were trying to get over him by distancing yourself without actually confessing your feelings and embarrassing yourself. “No wait, don’t distract me” Still, you didn’t respond because honestly, how fucking could you? “When did I have the chance?”

“What?”

“You said I had the chance and didn’t take it.”

“I literally asked if you wanted to fuck me, you said no as if it was the most ridiculous thing ever.” He baulked as if you had sprouted tentacles and asked to check his prostate with one of the slime slicked things.

“What?!” He was back to shrieking and you winced at the sheer pitch. Who knew Jungkook could screech that high? “That-you-that! Ridiculous! I wouldn’t!”

“Yeah thanks, I got that the first time.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning back around. You had only managed to get out of the room- to find all six of your friends huddled only a few feet from the kitchen entrance suddenly flailing to act like they hadn’t been spying- when a strong arm around your waist pulled you back into the kitchen. Your back hit the door once it closed and Jungkook loomed over you, looking intimidating for all of two seconds before he whined and slumped down into himself.

“Can you stop walking away when I’m trying to have a conversation with you?”

“I don’t appreciate being manhandled outside of sex.” You stated bluntly. He blinked a few times before he straightened up and composed himself.

“You never offered to have sex with me.”

“We were outside our apartments, Tae and Minnie had sexiled me, you got all stupid because of the bruise and I asked right then if you wanted to fuck me.”

“Yeah…” He mumbled a look of disbelief smothering his features rapidly. “I...I didn’t know you were offering.”

“What, you thought I was just randomly asking?”

“I thought you were going to take the piss that I want you but can’t have you and my gay best friend can and has many times.”

“So you did want to fuck me?” He nodded. “You fucking idiot!” You reached out to slap his wonderfully firm chest and so what if your hand lingered a little too long to not be classed as copping a feel.

“Ow! Noona!”

“Why didn’t you just admit it?! We could’ve been fucking that same night but no you had to lie to my face and fucking crush me.”

“We could’ve?” His eyes widened but before you could respond he was talking again. “Wait, what do you mean crush you? How did I crush you?”

“You think you’re the only one here that’s been wanting to fuck the other?”

“You want to fuck me?” You nodded. “Since when?”

“Since I first saw you.”

“Oh fuck.” He stepped closer to you while lifting his hands as if to touch your face but quickly dropped them and stepped back into his original spot, an anxious look on his face as he chewed on his bottom lip.

“What is it, baby?” He groaned and whimpered, fingers flexing at his sides as if aching to reach out to you.

“I want to touch you.” He admitted.

“Then why aren’t you?” Another whine left his throat. “I’m giving you permission, baby.”

“Stop it noona.” He bounced on his feet slightly like a sulking child. “I can’t touch you if I can’t fuck you.”

“What makes you think you can’t?”

“I mean right now. If I touch you right now, I’ll want to fuck you right now.”

“I stick with my previous words, what makes you think you can’t?” Jungkook’s eyes widened with excitement, lust shining brightly but just as he was about to move over to you, the door flew open and an unimpressed Seokjin stood there staring you both down.

“You are not fucking in my kitchen.” He stated. Jungkook flushed and flailed, trying to act innocent and deny it.

“Like much worse hasn’t been done in here, I know Joon likes being bent over tables and counters and edged.” You scoffed reaching out to grab Jungkook’s hand in your own. The back of Seokjin’s neck and tips of his ears burned red as you passed him with a wink.

“You’re not ditching movie night to fuck,” Yoongi ordered.

“We’re finally watching Black Panther,” Namjoon whined. “Don’t ruin this for us guys.”

“If you leave now I’m telling Y/N about your drunken confession last week,” Jimin announced, smiling sweetly at Jungkook who pretty much sprinted to the living room to sit down obediently.

“What? Now you have to tell me.” You begged, grasping Jimin’s arm as you followed him into the living room.

“After the movie, darling.” He kissed your pouting lip and Hoseok gasped dramatically from where he had just entered the room.

“Ohmygod! I never thought I’d see Jimin kiss a girl!” He announced running over to grip your shoulders. “I need to know honestly, do you have a dick, Y/N?”

“No.” You laughed. “Not a real one anyway, plenty of toys.”

“Can we just watch the movie already?” Jungkook asked impatiently. “Look, I’m sat down waiting.”

“Calm down, baby,” you cooed opting to sit on his lap sideways so your back pressed against the armrest and your left shoulder connected to his right shoulder. “I’ve seen this already so I have other ideas in mind.” Jungkook’s eyebrows lifted curiously but you simply winked and shuffled down slightly to rest your head on his shoulder ready for the next few hours to pass on Jungkook’s lap.

You allowed a good half an hour to pass so everyone would get into the movie and Jimin would stop side-eyeing you suspiciously before starting your plan. You shuffled slightly to get in a better position but waited for another few minutes seeing as your feet were in Hoseok’s lap and he glanced your way at your movement.

When you were certain Hoseok’s attention was entirely on the movie you snuck a hand into the small space between your body and Jungkook’s to tease your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. You felt his stomach suck in for a moment with his sudden inhale of breath but he relaxed again so you took the chance to run your hand over his abs appreciatively.

As per every single movie day, Jungkook wore sweatpants so slipping your hand from his stomach to rest atop his boxers was pretty easy, no pesky zip sounding off. Jungkook hissed softly, surprised at your bold actions and already getting hard under your palm that stroked him.

“Going to be a good boy for me?” You muttered lowly into his ear, tongue edging out to flick at his earlobe. He nodded without hesitation, hands tightening to hold you where you sat as if he was telling you he was ready for whatever you had in mind.

“That’s my baby.” You cooed lowering your head slightly to nip and suck the crook of his neck with every intention of marking his pretty skin.

It wasn’t long before you learned that Jungkook certainly rivalled Taehyung in the size department and your core throbbed at the thought of him stretching you deliciously.

He was trying to control his breathing to prevent the others realising you had your hand down his pants but the second your hand moved into his boxers to wrap a hand around his bare cock he let out a quiet breathy moan that usually would’ve been covered up by the movie but it just so happened that Namjoon had paused the movie at that moment so that he could go to the bathroom.

All eyes turned to the pair of you and you hid your face into Jungkook’s neck so you didn’t burst into laughter, hand still holding his erection.

“Are you fucking serious?!” Hoseok shrieked jumping up off of the couch. “I’m sat right next to you!”

“Y/N, off, come sit here,” Seokjin demanded, pointing to the floor by his feet. You glanced at him with a pout. “No, come on, you can’t sit with Kookie if you’re going to misbehave.”

“Kookie likes it.” You announced innocently. Jungkook whined embarrassedly. “So does Tae.” Eyes turned to Taehyung who was sat on the love seat with Jimin, knees spread and a suspicious bulge in his trousers.

“Kim Taehyung!” Seokjin scolded. “You knew what was happening and didn’t stop it?!”

“He’s very into voyeurism.” You stated plainly.

“And you’re an exhibitionist, that’s why we’re soulmates,” Taehyung replied and you both grinned.

“Sometimes I wonder if it was wise bringing them into the group,” Namjoon mumbled.

“Shut up, you used to love this.” You scoffed. Namjoon’s cheeks burned.

“You fucked them too?!” Jungkook shrieked. “Hyung!”

“What?! I didn’t know you liked Y/N then!” Namjoon whined. “I didn’t do anything wrong, everyone stop looking at me like that, I just wanted to get up to pee.” As if he had reminded himself of his bladder’s capacity he got up and rushed to the bathroom.

“Making your way through the group, Y/N?” Yoongi joked.

“I’ve got the one I wanted, finally.” You announced patting Jungkook’s chest after pulling your hand from his boxers.

“That’s cute, even if I can see the kid’s cum on your hand.” Jungkook made a noise like a dying whale. You just giggled.

***

Much to your dismay, Seokjin did make you move from Jungkook’s lap but at least he allowed you to sit on his own lap for cuddles and didn’t make you sit on the floor for the rest of the evening.

Once the evening was over you all went your separate ways which resulted in the four of you winding up outside of your apartments in the hall.

“Come on, you said you’d tell me.” You reminded, hands tight on Jimin’s jacket so that he couldn’t leave you to join Taehyung in your apartment where your best friend was waiting just inside the door.

Jungkook was stood directly behind you trying to pry your hands off of Jimin while simultaneously begging Jimin not to spill his drunken confession to you.

“Hyung no,” Jungkook begged. “I’ll do your washing for the rest of the month.”

“Washing? Please, I’ll suck your dick while Tae eats you out.” Jimin’s eyes widened with interest.

“What?!” Jungkook squealed. “No! Noona! You can’t!”

“Why not?” You looked over at Jungkook with raised eyebrows. He blushed and looked down shyly.

“Because...I want you to be mine.”

“What?” You choked on your spit. Taehyung giggled and yanked Jimin into your home while you were distracted. The door slammed shut and you didn’t even care, just turned to look up at Jungkook. “Baby?”

“Noona I...I don’t just want to fuck you. I like you, a lot. I want a relationship with you.”

“Like a couple? Like you want to be my boyfriend?” He nodded, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. You smiled widely and held his face to press a soft kiss to his lips. He gasped as your lips touched his. “I’d like that, babyboy.”

“Really?” You nodded. The most precious smile you had ever had the pleasure of witnessing spread his pretty features. Jungkook’s gaze dropped to your lips seconds before he kissed you sweetly, smiles on both of your faces and more teeth than desirable in the kiss due to it but neither of you cared.

“Can we go inside now?” He asked with arms wrapped around your waist. You nodded while removing your hands from him so that the two of you could do as he asked but he pulled your body close to his while lowering his body slightly to pick you up. You shrieked in surprise and wound your limbs around his body, taking in his cheeky grin.

To the surprise of literally everyone that had ever or will ever know you, the two of you didn’t fall into his bed with the intention of fucking that night. You were both too focused on your new relationship and sweet, giggly kisses with arms around each other to even begin to think about what you both wanted earlier that day.

It was an hour after crawling into bed both in Jungkook’s pj’s and cuddling up together that the inevitable happened though.

“What did you confess to Jimin?” You asked once the previous conversation reached its natural end. Jungkook groaned at the topic. “No come on, tell me.”

“It’s weird.”

“Then it matches you fine.” You shuffled up to look down at him where he laid on his back to find him glaring at you unimpressed. A quick peck to his full bottom lip soothed him instantly.

“Come on, babyboy.”

“Ugh, don’t look at me when I say it.” He gave in and of course, you did absolutely nothing to follow his words. With a roll of his eyes, he pulled his body out from partially underneath your own to turn onto his side. You immediately cuddled up to his back, pressing your chest tight to him and nuzzling your nose into the back of his neck lightly.

“Tell me.” You encouraged in a soft tone.

“I bought a dildo.” You froze in your nuzzling to lean back slightly.

“Really?” He nodded. “Have you used it?” He hesitated but nodded again. Excitement and arousal curled in your stomach. “Did you like it, baby?”

Another pause and then a quiet “yeah”

“Will you show me?”

“The toy?”

“Hm yeah but I’m more interested in watching you use it.” He whined softly, curling up a little and you couldn’t tell what exactly that meant. You pressed a kiss to the back of his neck and his body shivered in your arms. “Baby? Will you show noona how her babyboy likes to be fucked?” A choked little moan left his throat and you smirked. Oh, he definitely liked what was going on, a lot. “Show noona how you like it, show noona how good you’ll be for me when I fuck you, huh, babyboy?” Your left hand smoothed around his waist as you spoke until it was inside his t-shirt and travelling up over his torso. “Want to cum for noona, huh?” He keened when your finger flicked over his nipple. “Sensitive little boy, are you?”

“N-noon-noona,” He whimpered as you played with the little bud, rolling it between your fingers before pinching making his body jerk. “Wanna cum for you.” He breathed out. A shiver ran through your body.

“Where do you keep it, baby?”

“Under bed,” You pulled away after pressing another kiss to his nape to roll off of the bed and kneel on the floor to look underneath the bed.

Jungkook turned onto his back and shuffled up to sit against the headrest, fingers fiddling with the string of his shorts and oh so tempted to play with his already hard length.

He watched as you climbed back onto the bed, a box with the toy, bottles of lube and condoms in your hands.

“Do you use it with a condom?” You asked curiously while taking the toy out from the box to inspect it. It was just a simple deep blue five-inch silicone dildo that didn’t actually resemble a real penis.

“Yeah, makes cleaning easier.” He admitted in a quiet little voice.

“Very true.” You hummed in agreement before putting the toy down. “How do you start baby? I assume you take your clothes off?” He nodded. “Want noona’s help with that part at least?” He sucked in his bottom lip shyly and nodded, biting back his smile when you climbed onto his lap. Your lips met as his hands came down to rest on your hips.

Clearly, Jungkook was nervous and shy about the entire situation, it was still relatively new to him, having something anything near his backside so showing someone, his brand new girlfriend at that, made him tenser than you would’ve liked. Slow, sensual kisses as you helped him remove his clothing helped though, a hell of a lot. Along with rotating your crotch down onto his in long drawn out motions also played a part.

It took a while due to the speed you chose to work at but eventually, Jungkook was entirely naked and you kneeled between his spread legs as he settled into the nest of pillows you made for him against the headboard.

“You okay baby?” You asked softly, running your hands of his thick thighs and doing your best not to gawp at his naked body so you didn’t ruin the atmosphere. It was all about him, you couldn’t start thinking with your vagina, it’d ruin everything you had spent ages working up to.

“Y-yeah jus’ nervous. Don’t want to disappoint you.” He admitted and you smiled softly, leaning forward to press another sweet kiss to his lips.

“You won’t, even if you decide you don’t want to show me, I won’t be disappointed in you. I’m already so proud of you for trying something new and being willing to go this far. I’m happy so long as you’re happy and comfortable, babyboy. The minute you’re not, you tell me, okay and we’ll stop.”

“Okay, noona.” He agreed, licking his lips. “Do we need a safeword?”

“We can make one if you want or we can use the traffic light system.”

“What’s that?”

“Green means you’re all good and more than happy to continue. Amber means you’re a little uneasy but you’re still okay to carry on but I need to be ready to stop. Red means stop, no arguing. No matter what’s happening if you say red I will stop even if I’m about to cum, I’ll stop. The last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable or not enjoying yourself, okay?”

“Okay noona, I like that, can we use that?”

“Of course, babyboy.” He smiled at you and you returned it, unable to fathom how this beautiful boy before you was all yours. He didn’t give you long to dwell on it as he was then moving to grab the box and pull it to his side. His hands shook as he picked up the half-empty bottle of lube to pop the cap open. One more uneasy glance at you, to make sure you really wanted to watch him, then he was squeezing some of the liquid onto two of his fingers before rubbing his thumb into it to spread it over the digits while also warming it up.

You shuffled back as he dropped the bottle back into the box to give him plenty of room.

As his lube slicked hand moved to be between his legs your blown eyes stayed glued to it. Anticipation and excitement coursed through your veins, making you shift a few times impatiently but you didn’t rush him.

A sudden intake of breath resounded around the room as the first finger touched his rim but it wasn’t from Jungkook, it was from you. His gaze snapped up to look at you through his eyelashes but you didn’t seem to realise the noise you made. Your lust filled gaze and pink cheeks gave Jungkook the confidence he needed to edge the circling finger into his awaiting hole.

Admittedly, there was no resistance, he had after all only played that morning knowing you would be at Seokjin’s and he needed to release as much of his tension as possible so he didn’t risk popping a boner if you bent over ot something. Not that it mattered much, in the end, seeing as you still made his dick achingly hard, much like it was now as he worked the finger into himself fully, taking it slow to put on a show for you.

“Baby,” You breathed out, chest heaving in an attempt to regulate your breathing and stay calm. “When did you do this last? That looked an easy slide.”

“This morning when I woke up.” He confessed pulling the digit out to return with a second. “Knew I was going to see you, didn’t wanna get hard for no reason.”

“Oh,” You licked your lips, eyes still not leaving his hole as he pumped two fingers in slowly, breath hitching when they curved into his prostate.

“Ah, fuck,” He hissed not having expected the surge of pleasure despite knowing full well where his prostate was located thanks to his playtime sessions. “Noona,” He whined fucking his fingers back against that spot and whimpering.

“Can you take one more, baby?” Jungkook hummed and prodded a third finger against his rim glad the lube had spread over the long digit already. Pulling the two out to let the third join resulted in a little hesitation as the fingers were met with some resistance.

“Slowly baby,” You cooed seeing him trying to shove his fingers deeper before he was fully ready. “We have all night, I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Jungkook whined impatiently and looked at you with a pout. “Be a good boy for noona, huh?”  He groaned but nodded, he wanted to be good for you. He wanted to please his noona so he looked back down at his hand and took his time, moving in and out slowly until he could push his fingers deeper, curling them to stroke over his prostate and moaning at the sensation of being stretched while having the bundle of nerves toyed with.

“Good boy, that’s noona’s good little boy.” Jungkook keened at the praise.

You shuffled a little further forward to place your hands on his thighs and rub them soothingly. He moaned softly at your touch and finally managed to fit all three fingers as deep as they could physically go.

“Good boy, that’s my good boy.” Another moan, eyes fluttering up to look at you with flushed cheeks. “Noona’s so happy with her baby.” He smiled at your words before his eyes dropped to your lips. A lick of his own lips told you what he wanted so you simply leant forward to kiss him, fingers still kneading at his flesh to encourage him to keep moving his own fingers.

He did and soon enough he was reclined back against the pillows and panting as his fingers moved and stroked within him, cock throbbing where it laid untouched against his stomach.

“Toy?” He asked and you cocked your head. It was as if he was asking for permission and the thought made your lips twitch into a smile.

“If that’s what you want now baby, don’t forget you’re showing me what you like.” Jungkook’s sucked in a breath before slowly pulling his fingers out of his hole. He reached for the dildo and didn’t even question when you had rolled a condom onto it before slathering it in lube and easing it into himself.

A soft little moan jumped from your throat upon seeing the toy slide into your boyfriend slowly.

“Ah, noo-noona,” Jungkook gasped “Sound good” He groaned speeding up so the toy met it’s full reach quickly. He let out a long, needy whine. Before you could even take in the sight and reality of the situation Jungkook was already pulling the toy out to the tip to slam it back in, a high whine leaving his throat as his back arched, head tipping back.

“Fuck, baby,” You could only croak as he took to fucking himself rapidly with the toy, moans and whines tumbling from his parted lips as it battered his prostate with every thrust.

In no time at all his whole body was quivering and he slowed to a stop, sucking in deep breaths as he settled against the pillows.

“Wh-why’d you stop?” You stammered, eyes darting between his face as the toy held limping in his hand against the lube soaked sheets on his bed between his spread thighs.

“‘M tired,” He mumbled, voice hoarse and weak. “Hurts.”

“Do you mean your arm?” He nodded. “Anywhere else?”

“M’cock.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Please noona.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Ride me, please.”

“Thought you said your cock hurts.”

“Need to cum.” You chuckled, already working on removing your clothing.

“Think you can get a condom on while I get ready?”

Some of his energy seemed to return at the prospect of actually getting to fuck you and his hand shot out to push the dildo aside and grab a fresh condom in its packet.

Even as you undressed your eyes remained on Jungkook as he opened the foil and rolled the rubbed down his thick length, hissing as the touch he had been wanting for ages but didn’t permit himself simply because he wanted to be inside you when he reached climax.

Usually, you’d take time to make sure you were stretched before even thinking about putting anything the size of Jungkook’s erect cock inside you but you simply didn’t have the patience, thighs already slick with your arousal.

Jungkook’s shaking hands gripped your hips when you crawled onto his lap. As soon as your hand wrapped around his erection he whined, hips jutting up into your firm hold. You didn’t comment, almost as desperate as him for satisfaction and simply lowered yourself down onto his erection.

It was a stretch, one you had felt with Taehyung before the pair of you had discovered the joys of extensive foreplay, but it didn’t hurt enough to stop. You fucked yourself open often enough to know your limits. The fact that you were dripping wet certainly didn’t hurt either.

Jungkook’s whole body trembled underneath you and it wasn’t until you were sat flush on his hips and he let out a huge, heavy breath that you realised he had been holding it that whole time.

“Baby, you okay?” He nodded, eyes screwed tight and fingers digging into your flesh. “Colour.” He grunted. “Baby, colour.”

“G-green.”

“Are you sure?” He nodded rapidly.

“So fucking green,” You waited until his body had stopped shaking and he looked at you, pupils blown wide and eyes so dark and hooded a shudder ran down your spine, unintentionally clenching around him making him groan at the sudden tightness. “Fuck move, please noona, I need-please.”

“Yeah, okay baby.” You nodded and planted your hands on his bare chest to balance yourself so you could lift your body up before dropping back down. Jungkook moaned loudly, a deep, guttural sound that had you bouncing harshly to hear it again.

Clearly, it was all too much for Jungkook as only a few minutes after you started to move he started to fuck up into you in time with your downward movements.

“Fuck!” You shrieked feeling his cock pummeling your cervix almost. If he was any bigger it would’ve been painful but he was just the right size for it to be so fucking perfect you couldn’t think straight. “Fuck baby, harder.” You encourage. Jungkook listened so well, snapping his hips up against yours almost violently, his hands pulling you down onto him even harder causing stream after stream of desperate moans to rip from your throat.

“N-n-noona! I- I’m gonna-!” He warned, words coming off in breathless needy grunts. Clumsy fingers found your clit to rub furious little shapes and just like that pleasure shot through your body, Jungkook’s name tearing from your throat as your walls clamped down on him. Jungkook cried out in response as his own orgasm ripped through his body, hips jerking and fingers on your hip leaving red lines in a desperate attempt to ground himself as his head whirled.

There’s no telling how long the two of you stayed pressed together, sweat soaked skin against sweat-soaked skin and hands holding on for dear life until you were both calm enough to gather the will to move.

Carefully you climbed off of Jungkook’s lap and pulled the used condom from his flaccid dick, tying it off and putting it aside knowing full well you could not make it to the bin on such weak legs.

Jungkook shuffled down the bed until he was on his back, head pressed to the pillows.

“C'mere” He murmured, reaching out to grab your hand and pull your body down into his embrace before you could even respond to his request.

“Kookie, we’re a mess and so is the bed, I don’t even know where your toy went.” You mumbled, yawning against his chest and making zero effort to move away.

“Pretty sure it’s on the floor.” He chuckled softly. “Think I knocked it off.” You laughed weakly, eyes closing as another yawn escaped your lips. “I’ll find it later.”

“Hm, okay,” You gave in. Sleep was seconds away so really you were in no fit state to argue. “Nighty night, baby.”

“G’night, noona.” Jungkook smiled sleepily down at you, watching as your breathing quickly grew deeper until you were asleep.

You were both entirely naked and exposed to the air but he couldn’t find it in himself to move to get the blanket from the foot of the bed, he didn’t want to risk waking you so he settled for holding you tight and sharing body heat.

Jungkook fell asleep with a satisfied smile on his lips.

He finally got the girl.

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[dachi-chan25]

So i finally watched It chapter 2...

DISCLAIMER: So I know most of y'all don't like anyone to critizise anything u like, right of the bat I am telling u I did NOT liked this movie at all, there are changes I thought were good ideas but most of it was just plain terrible in MY opinion and I need to vent. If u share my opinión or find my rage amusing read on.

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I had been putting off watching this movie, cuz in 2017 I enjoyed the 1st IT movie but I had a TON of issues with it (Mike's complete erasure, Stan being a completely different character, The Losers Club moments being sacrificed to cool sounding one-liners, WTF happened to Henry Bowers and Alvin Marsh, Bev being overly sexualized, etc, etc) so I was on the fence about this one. The cast is what finally caught my attention but then I heard very mixed reviews about it, and as I am starting on a new job I hadn't had the time to go and watch it til now and oh boy was I disappointed.

First off, we have to ask ourselves was Adrian Melon's murder scene really that necessary??? I understand what they used it for in the movie (to make a R3ddi3 reference /as a side note I do not care for the ship or any other IT ship tbh i write it like this cuz i don't want this post to invade the ship tag) but the characters involved are never mentioned again and it was too gratuitous (like we can have a homophobic hate crime, slurs thrown around all the time but we can't have the gay ship this movie was going for saying they love each other in a straightforward manner??? I know this is an unpopular opinion but I am not giving Muschietti props for doing the gay closeted ship for the 1000th time, if u were gonna do it go for it!!! Do right by the characters, hell in the book they get more tenderness and they are never explicitly gay, Eddie is heavily coded as gay or asexual and Richie is super bisexual) like my queer ass is tired of seeing gay ppl die in violent gruesome ways all the time.

While I love Bill Skarsgard's performance, the excess of CGI and all those jumpscares and strobe lights, actually take away from his performance, he is super scary and eerie when he is talking and even being friendly but super hillarious and plain silly when he is actually trying to be scary or when he is eating, it looked too wierd.

TBH whyyy was Tom Rogan in this?? Muschietti had already changed Alvin Marsh from being physically violent to being a sexual predator (everything they changed from Bev took away from her character, like we can have her smoking and flirting w Mr Keene but we can't have her teaching Richie how to use his yo-yo or winning in a fucking video game or drawing or anything that remotely has to do with her character) why was Tom necessary?? Hell we could have skipped that and have Bev in Kay's house telling her all that happened instead, I mean if he wasn't gonna die in the sewer why is he even a character? It was so easy to erase him and have Kay instead. Also how tf did Alvin survive???

Whyyy do that to Audra??? I fucken hate Muschietti, was it necessary to justify Bill cheating on her??? Nope, we could have simply have Bill not kiss Beverly and that’s it, also I am kinda salty Audra is not part of the plot.

Lmao Henry, like he fell on the fucken pipe and you could hear his fucken bones breaking and craking and he gets to get up and walk home????????? Whyyy y y , Muschietti ????

We never really got to see how deeply ingrained Pennywise is in the town, he is actually Derry. And if Muschietti thinks he fixed the wtf ending everyone complained about in the 90's adaptation he is on fucken drugs, this ending is super messed up and has nothing to do with the book or with anything at all, we never get to know what exactly is Pennywise, his true form it's a clown spider apparently or something cuz the death lights were there but not really ???

STAN was fucken robbed (again) last time he was completely ereased, he was physically there on the scenes but that’s it, his personality was null. And his thing, the thing that made him comit suicide was the fact that he was the one to see the death lights, the most logical and disbelieving of them faced something far beyond anyone's comprehension and they gave that to Bev?? And the death lights apparently gave her Final Destination abilities? ?????

Eddie was robbed. Of so so much. Muschietti fuck you. Frist off why isn't Eddie the CEO of some app like Uber like he was the Losers Club compass he was a great fucking driver, he loved sports (I actually got excited when they had this scene with the baseball game cuz i thought it was gonna be an Eddie scene but nope) y not connect that with this Token bs Muschietti pulled off his ass (this is actually a great idea, and could symbolize the Losers' lost childhood IF Muschietti had been assed to give them significance or something in part 1) His death scene. Just why? Why are his last words a cheap joke instead of a love confession, fuck it Muschietti if u wanted R3ddi3 have the courage to really do it (in the books the Losers take turns to carry his body out of the sewer cuz they will not leave him there, that's more meaningful than them diving) One of his most beautiful quotes is something Bill is writing??? Lmaoooo Bill wishes he could have thought up that (I love Bill but come the fuck on)

Why make such a huge deal out of B3nv3rly or r3ddi3 when the point of it all was that the Losers Club all loved each other, apart from whatever romantic feelings, they found a family in one another and they really erased that in this movie, I was like y are this ppl friends with each other. Mike drugged Bill, Richie was awfull to everyone, they barely had a conversation in the restaurant (biihhh the 90s miniseries does this better) and show no respect for Mike at all ( I mean I am not surprised cuz Muschietti has no respect for Mike as a character at all) or bill like nah son.

Stephen King cameo was there I guess, it was fine.

The Kiss me fat boy, of all things u could have taken from the 90's miniseries why that?????

Ben building the house club by himself ???? Bullshit, Muschietti ereased another great Losers Club bonding time and hate him for it.

MIKE, I AM ENRAGED. So Muschietti is braver than King for making R3ddi3 "canon" but he destroyed Mike's entire character and that is fine with y'all mmmmm. His parents were "crackheads" apparently cuz it's not like that is a stereotype black ppl have carried on for years on end, he did not go to school, he was not the historian but now he is cuz he had to stay and he is crazy and obsesive and drugs Bill and also stole from a native american tribe???? FUCK this so fucken much I hate it with all my being .

How does such a choppy movie manage to drag on forever??? Like there were still 45 Min left and I was bored out of my mind. Why is the final arc so bad??? Like some much stuff that could have actually gotten away with erasing (Paul Bunyan, whyyy it was so silly, it doesn't even work in the book, but fine like King was super high he barely remembers writing it, why take it to the big screen u should have sticked to him being afraid of clowns like u had already messed up) and added and could have added things that actually enriched the adaptation.

I just give up. Like if they do a 3rd one like it's rumored I won't see it, Muschietti clearly does not know how to be subtle or to have meaningful character arcs, he is just good for cheap jumpscares, one líners and yo mama jokes so I pass. I really hoped the up coming King adaptations are better than this one. That being said the movie had real fun/enjoyable moments, if this were not an adaptation I would have liked it a hella lot more than I did but alas nope.

[jujubeehan-blog]

four times jaehee friendzoned MC and one time it came back to haunt her

honestly?? the entire jaehee route is an artistic representation of kristen stewart holding hands with that girl in paparazzi photos and the media labeling it her “hanging out with her gal pal!” 

i love you very very much, sorry this took so long baby @moonlightvrs

♡ ship: jaehee x mc

♡ word count: 1.3k+

♡ warnings: not really angst, mostly just gay frustration; i swear once: half-nudity but no nsfw

five times jaehee kang put MC in the friendzone and one time it came back to haunt her

1. Lesbeans

On the café’s opening day, Jaehee was absolutely radiant. The carefree beam that danced across her features was enough to make MC’s heart feel as though it would shoot out of her chest with love. There was still so much work to be done, but the once perpetually strung-out woman was thriving on the high of cappuccinos and freedom.

The two worked side-by-side to tend to the influx of customers that were flooding in with a little help from some very aggressive advertising from the defender of justice and small businesses, and every once in a while they’d brush hips as they passed by each other, further injecting MC with heart palpitations.

As the last straggler of the day meandered out and Jaehee switched the sign to closed, she leaned against the store with a content sigh, her cheeks flush with hard work and excitement.

Overcome with a sudden bout of happiness, Jaehee surprised both herself and her business partner by throwing her arms around MC with a disbelieving laugh.

“That went better than I could have ever imagined!” she rambled, hugging her close, “It’s all thanks to you, MC.”

“It’s thanks to both of us, Jaehee,” MC managed to respond amidst dying of happiness at the contact, “This place is your baby, you brought it to life. I’m so proud of you.”

Spurred on by the unusual behavior Jaehee displayed, MC worked up the courage to place a chaste kiss on her left cheek.

Jahee’s eyes widened momentarily before she started giggling.

“Wow, I’ve never had such a close friendship before!”

“Friendship?” MC squeaked, “Right, yes, friendship. The friendliest friendship that ever did… friend.”

2. mr. steal yo girl

When Zen got the lead in a huge musical, his two biggest fangirls were, naturally, front and center at the very first show.

Of course, MC was a bigger fan of the serene smile that graced Jaehee’s lips when she watched the performances, but you didn’t hear that from me.

After the show ended, they went backstage to greet their friend and shower him in the compliments he thrived on.

In retrospect, perhaps MC had been laying it on a little thick by jumping into Zen’s arms and proclaiming him to be a musical savant and the face of their generation, but there was no quicker way to get the man she considered an older brother smiling.

Jaehee was much more reserved, as was the norm, but this time she seemed to be a little… put out.

As the two waited for Zen outside the theater while he changed, the chilly air matching Jaehee’s demeanor, MC shoved her hands into the pockets of the coat their silver-haired friend had insisted she put on awkwardly, sparing little glances at the brunette beside her.

Finally, Jaehee cleared her throat, adjusting her collar and turning to face MC.

“I know it’s not really any of my business, but if you and Zen are planning on getting together, I think you should reconsider,” Jaehee spoke concisely.

MC whipped her head to face Jaehee so fast she thought she was going to get whiplash.

Her intentions of immediately denying the implication died out and were replaced with curiosity and a dangerous, dangerous spark of hope.

“Yeah?” she tilted her head to the side, “Why would you say that? Are you… jealous?”

“Jealous?” Jaehee spluttered out, her cheeks turning red, “Of- of course not! It’s just, from one friend to another I can’t see it ending in any other way but heartbreak for yourself and damage to Zen’s career.”

MC bit her tongue so hard she thought she was going to bleed.

3. holly jolly jealousy

At the RFA Christmas party, MC stuffed her face with the HBC that Saeyoung had smuggled in amidst the way-too-fancy hors d’oeuvres and watched on grumpily as yet another man flirted with Jaehee.

The woman was growing comfortable with herself outside of the corporate world, inside and out, and people were starting to take notice. MC was pouting because she had noticed first and why did anyone else think it was okay to flirt with her Jaehee, damn it.

“What’s wrong MC?” Saeyoung snickered, “Girlfriend troubles?”

“Shut up, ugly ass fuckin tomato head,” she threw , before sighing, “if only I had girlfriend troubles.”

At this moment, a flustered looking Jaehee ambled over, looking at MC pleadingly.

“MC, thank God,” she sighed, “if another man flirts with me, can you pretend to be my girlfriend? I have no idea what’s going on, but I-,”

“Yep,” MC linked arms with her without any hesitation, startling Jaehee slightly.

“Thank you so much!” Jaehee smiled, “You’re such a good friend.”

MC discretely flipped off Saeyoung as he cackled wickedly behind them.

4. the great pajama incident

Exhausted from a long day’s work, Jaehee insisted that MC sleep over at her place since it was much closer.

MC set up the movie while Jaehee went to go change into her pajamas, pushing one of Zen’s musicals into the DVD player while popcorn popped in the microwave in the kitchen adjacent to the living room.

“Oh!” Jaehee called out, rushing into the room as the opening credits began to play, “I don’t want to miss the first scene.”

In her haste, she had yet to put on her pajama shirt and thus came out clutching it, only in pajama shorts and a modest bra.

MC started wheezing so hard she had a coughing fit, immediately turning around to face the opposite direction, her face a mess of red.

“What? Oh, sorry did that make you uncomfortable?” Jaehee shrugged on the shirt, a little embarrassed, “I just assumed you’d be fine with it, since we’re friends and all.”

“No problem,” MC squeaked out, barely breathing.

The two stood in awkward silence for a moment before Jaehee cleared her throat.

“Uh, MC?”

“Yep?”

“The popcorn’s burning.”

“Oh God.”

1. we finally made it

Jaehee looked up from cleaning the counter to observe MC laughing loudly with a man near the front of the café, and a pang of something resonated throughout her.

As the man leaned down to kiss MC – her MC – on the forehead, Jaehee scrubbed so hard at the countertop that the paint began to rub off slightly.

She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as her friend excused herself from the suspicious male and approached her.

“Hey,” MC gave her a cheerful smile, “Will you be alright if I head out for a few hours? I’ll be back before the evening rush.”

“Uh, we’re so busy though,” Jaehee’s voice came out a little squeaky.

MC frowned in confusion, turning around to scan the nearly-empty café.

“I mean, sure,” Jaehee sighed in resignation, “Go have fun.”

“Thanks Jaehee!” MC brightened, “You’re an awesome friend. I’ll pick up a shift on Monday to pay you back.”

Jaehee didn’t understand why that commented made her sick to her stomach as MC linked arms with the man and exited the premises.

In fact, she was so overcome with confusion that she accidentally spilled coffee all over one of their regulars.

“Gee,” the man grumbled, “Your girlfriend is a much better server.”

And just like that, realization crashed over her like a wave of gay.

Without so much as an apology to the man, she quickly untied her apron and tossed it behind the counter, racing out the doors.

It only took her a few minutes of running down the city blocks like a mad-woman to catch up with MC and her date, letting out a cry that caused the two to turn and look at her in shock.

“MC,” she panted slightly from the physical exertion, running a hand through her slightly grown-out hair, “I.. don’t want to be your friend.”

She winced slightly at how blunt it came across, but a look of utter jubilance graced MC’s features.

“Finally,” she mumbled, before crashing her lips to Jaehee’s.

Along the sidelines, MC’s cousin awkwardly looked away.

[larryhaylik]

eight for a wish

However embarrassed Tommy was to admit it, his closet just did not contain anything drag-club-wearable. Yes, he did have some pieces that might have passed for women's fancy pieces, but as Sutan fittingly described it, ''even my mom wouldn't have worn that to a party''.

That is why he was dressed in something of Sutan's that vaguely resembled a tight shirt. Although Sutan insisted it was actually a dress. Tommy snorted, twitching uncomfortably in his seat, tugging on the too-short-for-my-liking black hem self-consciously.

Tommy had wanted to simply gather friends and drink and laugh. Get buzzed and maybe stoned and fly away on a unicorn, right across the whole wide universe. Forget that his life was a slightly miserable and a lot complicated mixture of tries and fails that inevitably led to spending his days hidden away, playing his guitar and watching bad movies.

But.

It had been six days since Sutan persuaded him that going out was absolutely necessary on the night of one's birthday, three days since he bought his first high-heeled boots and two hours since he abandoned them at home for the simple reason of not wanting to break his nose on the day of his birthday, thank you very much. Sutan had mumbled some slights about throwing money out for nothing and what was the point of his lending the dress when Tommy would ruin it with wrong boots anyway. Only when Tommy suggested he go in jeans and shirt did Sutan accept it as it was.

The Jungle was a club Tommy had never heard about before Sutan mentioned it. Not that it was surprising, Tommy couldn't have named a single club in the city if asked, but something - maybe a number of people who were there, maybe the bright sign or how it was positioned practically in the city centre - evoked a slightly ashamed feeling in him. Like he should've known. (Should've remembered, more like. He would bet his ass his friends had dragged him in there at least once.)

Sutan turned to Tommy when he stopped in front of the door and frowned. Sutan smiled sweetly.

''You're not chickening out on me, sweetheart, are you?''

Something in his tone made Tommy hold his head high and step over the threshold. He was not afraid.

Except he kinda was.

The lights were bright, the music blasted and made his lungs tremble, the floor was sometimes sticky, sometimes slippery and he couldn't name a single person (although Sutan could, what a surprise). He didn't feel happy.

He felt lost.

Sutan led him deeper in and to the dance floor made of differently coloured squares, tugging Tommy along, and without hesitation began dancing.

You see, that was the thing about Sutan. Wherever he went, he owned the place. The light twinkled to his desire, reflecting off the sequins on his dress and creating an aura of mystery and, well, sexiness.

Things like these did not happen to Tommy. He was too small, too soft, his skin too pale. His hair was always on spot, though, thanks to Sutan's work.

Tommy began to move, awkwardly. In front of him, Sutan bent his body in ways unknown to common men, smirking quietly, all predatory, eyeing his surroundings, looking for prey for tonight.

Tommy gasped when Sutan's palms landed on his hips and led his to the beat. He lifted his eyes to look at Sutan, but the only response he got was a mouthed 'relax'. Closing his eyes, Tommy imagined that he was home, dancing in his room to his music. The beat wasn't even that different... maybe he could... he swayed his hips. And swayed them again.

Suddenly, the club wasn't such a dire place to spend birthday in.

Might be all he needed to do in order to enjoy himself was close his eyes and see.

The music ran like a tremor through his body, waves upon waves of hotness that seared his skin, lights flashed on his eyelids, creating splashes of colour. Sutan's hands felt like something new and exciting, something to be appreciated. And he made sure he did. Tommy leaned into them, relishing at the soft touch as gentle fingers ran down his side. Tommy got lost in it, feeling with his whole being and all his senses. And in the middle of it all, a hand landed on his shoulder.

Snapping his eyes open, he quickly turned around and a figure entered his vision, taller than his and taller still than Sutan, all long lines and wide white smile that reflected the club lights like disco ball.

Somehow, the stranger seemed to carry a sparkling, glimmering aura that framed him like a ward -- he looked untouchable.

He said something, but his words were drowned by the sounds of the club. Tommy shook his head and gestured for him to repeat it, but Sutan caught what Tommy missed. He nodded enthusiastically and leaned closer to Tommy.

''He wants to know whether we're gay.'' Tommy choked a bit and his eyes went wide, but not in offence. More like pleasant surprise.

Tommy gestured with his hands, his fingers forming a B and an I.

Although you couldn't hear your own thoughts in the noise, Tommy still heard Sutan gasp.

The guy smiled a dangerous smile. Then he simply pulled Tommy towards himself, shouting in his ear.

''Wanna dance?'' His voice was clear and had a little accent. Tommy looked doubtfully at Sutan, but Sutan only smirked, 'I'm proud of you' shining from his eyes, turned around and found himself the best looking guy in the club. Shaking his head in wonder, Tommy turned towards the guy and leaned in to shout in his ear.

''I'm Tommy.'' Well, the guy wasn't untouchable. On the contrary, his skin drew Tommy in like nothing else had before. Also, he did not have an aura. Well, he kinda did, but the sparkling was all glitter.

Lots and lots of it.

''Adam.''

Tommy lifted his eyes up to look him in the face. He was undeniably good-looking. The silvery white lipstick he had shone like a beacon, contrasting deeply with his black hair.

"C'mon," Adam shouted into his ear and tugged him along right to the centre of the dancing. It felt pretty weird, considering the fact that people revolved around them like they were the eye of a hurricane. Adam's hands wrapped themselves around Tommy's waist and drew him close, slotting his body into Tommy's. Tommy would've blushed if he weren't so hot before.

The beat led Adam and Adam led Tommy - rolling, thrusting, squeezing, scratching. The arousal spread through the both of them, Tommy could feel it. It burnt hellishly hot inside him. Like a single touch would set him off. They were pressed chest to chest. Tommy's head was just high enough to reach Adam's lips. If he wanted to.

He wanted to.

He couldn't.

He could.

He couldn't.

He wished he could. He wished he had that kind of bravery in him. But this man was far too beautiful for Tommy to kiss. Far too beautiful for anyone to kiss.

It was only when strong fingers gripped Tommy's chin that Tommy realized Adam drifted closer within the time of Tommy's quiet personal crisis. He looked up, knowing it made his eyes stand out, dark and big and shining. He wasn't able to push himself to kiss Adam.

He wasn't going to push Adam away if he initiated it.

Anticipation run through him like lightning, the touch resonated like thunder. Adam's lips were soft and smeared the white colour into the dark violet of Tommy's own. It was so, so good. Tommy moaned and reddened more than he thought possible. No one but Adam, however, had heard him.

A single touch, as Tommy had thought before. He cursed himself for a horny teenager and not at all properly functioning adult. A single touch and Tommy shuddered, clinging to Adam's shoulders.

"God-fucking-dammit," Tommy pressed through his clenched teeth as the wet spot was slowly ruining Sutan's dress. Adam had that kind of disbelieving look on him, the one you get when you witness a perfectly calm and composed person throw a bitch-fit.

"Shit," Tommy said and wormed his way out of Adam's arms. Well, he tried to.

Adam caught him before he could slip out of his reach and pulled him in for a long, searingly hot kiss that would make Tommy hard if he hadn't just come.

"God," Adam mouthed as he rested his forehead against Tommy's. "We gotta - You- "

Tommy watched Adam struggle with his words, watched him inhale deeply and breathe out calmly.

"Come with me."